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How Do You Manage with One? - Judi Poll

I've had a five year old for two weeks now, and I can't figure out which room is which!  I'm sure I just did the supper dishes and the sink is full again.  I swear I just picked up all the Barbies but five more have appeared on the couch next time I walk in the room.  We're tripping over cats and toys (incidentally the cats are trying desparately to get away from the kid, the noise, the insane wild-eyed woman; it's actually a multiple choice).  The laundry - I used to do about 6 loads every two weeks.  Now I'm doing laundry every 2 days!

I'm out blowing bubbles when I should be cleaning the bathrooms.  We're buying play pools and spending so much time in the toy departments I've been approached by people wanting help with their purchases.  I ask Kristina so many questions she's just taken to answering "yes" to everything I ask, yet I'm sure she hasn't a clue as to what I'm saying. (For those of you not in the know, Kristina is from Belarus and speaks only Russian!)  Every once in a while she throws in a "no" just to trip me up.  And she's trying to teach us Russian - she's the fussiest teacher I've ever had.  I thought Mrs. Bernhardt for French was difficult.  Kristina makes me repeat it again and again until I say it perfectly.  And believe me, Russian with its rolling "r's" and such is not easy.  She even rolls her big grey eyes if we say "vodka" instead of "wadka".

Ross and Kristina get along extremely well - I think they're approximately the same age.  Of course I have to be the tough guy.  Last night, she only ate a very little bit of supper and I was planning "mar-rowsh-na" (ice cream) for dessert.  Since she didn't finish, I proclaimed we wouldn't be having dessert.  I finished off the dishes and headed to my office upstairs to work for a bit.  Kristina wandered in, watched me for a minute or two, smiled and left again.  Deciding to get a soda, I discovered Kristina picking up the popsicle she left on the bookshelf in the hallway.  Downstairs, I loudly asked how Kristina got the popsicle when there wasn't supposed to be dessert.  Ross told me later that her look to him was "oops, we got caught  - sorry" and shrugged her shoulders.

My husband won a $50 gift certificate for Molly Maid and said maybe we could use it after Kristina goes home in late August.  I said forget that - I need her tomorrow... and about 10 more certificates to boot!!!

I said to Ross tonight, "How come people have more than 1 of these!?!" He said can you imagine 4?  Especially 4 boys like friends of ours.  I shuddered; certainly that couldn't be by choice!  I said maybe it's easier when you start out with a newborn.  He shook his head violently - nope not in the least.  (Ross has a son from a previous marriage – Evan is 23 now... I can't cuddle him.)

BUT I know their secret!!!  It's when they're sleeping.  They're little adorable angels.  (Ross says it's too bad they don't sleep as long as cats do.)  And the way they burrow their little heads into your shoulder when they've hurt themselves and run to you for comfort and soothing. And the way they cuddle up and drift off to sleep next to you even as they're still trying to convince you they're not tired.  And the fresh, clean scent of their hair after a bath.  And... well, suffice it to say I now know why a person would want 2, 3 or more of these precious little babes.

In the past, Ross always jokingly referred to his son as his "contribution to the extension of the species".  I know better though, and I now know what to say when someone asks why I would want a child. It's because I want an extension of my heart.